Womb Broom

This one goes out To all my bearded mother fuckers The ones with side burns Mutton chops Fu Manchus Five O'clock shadow Handle bar mustaches And soul patches Walrus looking mother fuckers This one's for you She likes the way it tickles My cactus face can cripple Make her legs weak Crawling like a caterpillar Face fur makes her purr Kitty clawing down my back Til I flip her over Fanny duster eating ass Womb Broom Sweep her off of her feet Womb Broom Save her flavor for later Gripping tighter to the pillows She's squirming like a seizure Don't let up just yet Send her to a coma Eyes rolled back into her Head From my furry filled Head Womb Broom Womb Broom I think she's dead